The only constant thing in this world is change.

I find that saying rather ironic, don’t you think? Change itself is defined as inconsistency, but then this also is the one thing that remains—this just goes true for everything: people, events, relationships, etc. I often wonder what’s with this change—why this has to occur, how the transition of something to another thing happens, how people and events deal with it, and so much more. What if there was no change at all? Then, I’d say, maybe I wouldn’t be able to write this autobiography of mine—I wouldn’t have a story to tell.

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